Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rod Modell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
Minor Threat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
Index,
The Selecter,
Niagra,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
Neu!,
Ultravox,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
Television,
Little Man,
Organ,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.